"Impersonating me, stealing a child—where do you get the audacity! It seems I went easy on you before, and you thought you were untouchable, didn't you?" Si Yuhuan landed precise blows, leaving Si Junyan battered and bruised beyond recognition.
Broken in spirit, he was on the verge of madness and powerless to fight back.
Si Yuhuan treated him no better than an animal, using a nearby wooden stick to thrash Si Junyan, who spat out fresh blood from the beating.
When Yan Qing arrived, he trembled at the sight, his hairs standing on end.
"He's completely given up on this brother," Jian Xi spoke coldly.
"Si Yuhuan, leave him barely alive. You wouldn't really want to commit murder with your own hands in China, would you? You've spent some time abroad; that violent aura around you is too strong."
Jian Xi stepped on Si Junyan's chest.
Si Junyan coughed, spitting out blood, which she disdainfully ground under her shoe.
